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Sunday, July 6, 2014

Am I a Horrible Parent for Moving my Kids (back) to Africa?

By Stacey

If anyone has ever asked us about what our
family life will look like in Cameroon, you probably heard “Oh we have no idea.”
Or if you asked how exactly we would manage to homeschool the kids and do a
linguistic analysis of a language, we likely said “Oh we'll cross that bridge
when it comes.”

Not worrying (or thinking) about tomorrow has more-or-less
been our modus operandi these past few years as we've sought to conquer one
stage of life at a time. But the “tomorrow” of Cameroon is less then a month away and
thus I am forced to ask myself the questions that my friends and family
have been asking me for years, namely…

What
in the world am I doing?! How can I pull my kids from a life they love and take
them to one of the poorest, diseased-filled places in the world for a cause
they do not (yet?) believe in?!

Currently our kids are used to playing the Olympic stadium
that is just around the corner from our house. They know where the neighborhood
castle is and if ever we visit a different city they are always on the lookout
for that city’s local castle. They go to a school where they are being
taught how to properly brush their teeth, how to recycle, and of course how to
speak French. It is not uncommon for me to come home with a handful of birthday
invitations that their little friends gave them at school. And if they cannot
go to school, they cry. America is a faint memory but France is their
home and being surrounded by the amazing Alps is their “normal.”

And here we are taking them to a remote, poor village in
Africa without electricity, nor school, nor a nearby hospital. Dave and I are now
their teachers, their school buddies are now their brothers and sisters, and their
parents are going to make them wear long sleeves and long pants in the hot African
weather to avoid being bit by malaria-ridden mosquitoes (sorry kids!). Not only
that, but our household pets will be a dog (yay!), a cat (yay!) and cockroaches
(yay?). There will not be swimming lessons, gymnastics, little league or
Sunday school. There might be a DVD on a really sunny day if our solar panels
can generate enough energy. Oh and say goodbye to ice-cream and snack foods….forever.

I have to ask myself the question: Am I a terrible mom? Can
I really ask my kids to do this? These haunting questions have forced me to
turn to the Word of God and I have walked away with the following responses:

It Is Better for Children to
Learn That They Are Not the Center of the Universe

A child’s first word
after “mommy” and “daddy” is typically “mine!” Why? Because we are all
by nature selfish. I would argue that most children go through their day
thinking, not what they can give, but about what they can get. And if this
attitude is not corrected, these kids turn out to be adults who swear at the
poor cell phone rep because the iPhone color they wanted was all sold out.

Thus, it is a service to children to expose them to those
whose problems are bigger than their own. It is a service to show them poverty,
suffering, the effects of AIDS, and the reality of death. This, by God’s grace,
can show them that it is absolutely absurd to complain about what their mom
made them for dinner when there are children literally outside their window who
have not eaten all day. It serves them to see that it is ridiculous to complain
about their 14 sets of clothes when their village play-mates are dressed in rags. And maybe, just maybe, the Lord will use this exposure to
suffering to take their eyes off themselves for just a minute and enter into
the life and pain of another. And when this happens there are no limits to what
they can accomplish in service to humanity (as discussed in the final point).

I Have Duties Outside
of Being a Parent

I am a Christian first. My first love is not my family, my
first love is Jesus Christ and thus I follow not the ever-changing whims and desires of my
children, but I follow the eternal desires and commands of my Savior. And as it turns out, I have yet to discover a
footnote to the Great Commission that says that it was intended only for
singles and that mothers and fathers are exempt from “going and making
disciples of all nations.”

This is the heart of my Savior, that people from every
tribe, tongue and nation bow before him, that the poor of this world be rich in
faith and heirs of the Kingdom, and that those who are weak in the world would
shame the strong, that his Word be spread all over this world. So, as a
Christian, his priorities become my priorities and I am honored be a small part of
his redemption of the World.

These Duties Do Not Contradict What I Am Called to as a Parent

And yet, I have other priorities as a mother, but in the wisdom
of God, these duties do not contradict the priority of the advancement of the
Kingdom of God. If one reads the book of Proverbs, he will find that God calls
parents to be channels of his wisdom to their children. For example, Proverbs 3
starts with “My son” and then we find the rest of the chapter instructing this
child to trust in God, to not be wise in his own eyes, to fear God, to turn
from evil, to not envy a man of violence, and so on.

I have yet to find a verse that commands me to make sure my
children have a balanced diet, are involved in extracurricular activities, and
are well socialized. Now these are wonderful things that I strive for, but I
often need to remind myself to not feel guilty for taking something from my
children that I was never commanded to give them. According to the Bible, my
success as a parent is measured by my faithfulness to raise my children in the
discipline and teaching of the Lord, and this is
something, but God’s grace, I can do anywhere.

But I Can Still Dream Big and Pray Big

I admit that raising kids in a remote village in Africa is, in some ways, less than ideal. Yet, my hope cannot be in what age they begin to read, their opportunities to play team sports, or if they have good Christians friends. Instead my hope needs to be in God who often saves and uses people from less-than-ideal backgrounds. Thus I am forced to turn my eyes from the opportunities I can or cannot give my children and turn my eyes to God who hears my prayers.

And in the mean time, I can still dream and pray big for my children. I pray that my kids
will be able to step outside of culture and evaluate it biblically. I pray that
they will be used to change the continent of Africa. I pray they will learn how
to do oral Bible storying and spread the Word of God to children in Cameroon. I
pray that they will be deaf, not to the cries of the poor, but to the allure of entertainment.
I pray that they will help orphans. I pray…

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To conclude, I do feel somewhat bad taking my kids from the
Alps to Africa, but I do not think these feelings stem from God.
When I let my mind rest on the desires of God in bringing the nations to Jesus and
on his power to answer my prayers for my kids, I can move to Africa and not
look back.

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Dave and Stacey Hare met at The Master's College in Santa Clarita, CA. They then went on to the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary in Louisville, KY where they adopted four kids from Ethiopia. They now live in Cameroon, Africa working as Linguists/Bible Translators for the Bakoum people. From March 2017-August 2018 they will be in the US. Check out the "Where are the Hares?" tab for more info about their whereabouts.